The Wolfless Luna
Warriors fell before they could shift.
The air thickened with wolfsbane, choking them, killing them.
“IT’S AN AMBUSH!” someone screamed.
Nicolas barely had time to react. A silver net landed on him, burning his skin on contact. He screamed, his wolf howling inside—but the silver held him down.
“NICOLAS!” Zaiya screamed. She shifted, her sleek black wolf leaping at the enemy. Her claws tore through armor, her fangs found flesh. One down. Then another.